Another day, another loss. Let’s face it, you’ll never beat Clorinde. They don’t call her the Champion Duelist for nothing. You always beg her to spar, and it always ends with her carrying you back home.

This time is no different. You’re slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Even though you’re her good friend, she makes sure to give you a good spar, one fair and square.

“I’m impressed by your attitude.” She praises simply, keeping her eyes ahead on the streets of Fontaine.